Lyrics:
you pass the moon to me, like a loving cup, or a quaich, I roll you the sun. I go to bed, as you're getting up on the other side of the world. You
sgnor, mama, përchè? Se an capita, quaich vòlta, d'ancontrè Un bel gognin, ò 'n cit tut mangagnà Mia cita am goarda e am dis, mortificà: Përchè j'è 'd
ch'ai masso. Le man d'la vita - senssa compassion Che a tute j'ore am goasto 'na speranssa Che am ròbo tuti ij dì quaich ilusion. E am lasso bele sì,
to unveil The souls warmed, the quaich is alive The Wave Of Macallan we sail Oh, God bless the King of the realm The president at the helm Raise sails, tide
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